no-one i know
right when you think you know me, i head out west.
even though i try to explain, mumble mumble whats left.
too many emotions to know, nothing left to hold for show.
my mouths an open window, and the throats visible hollow.
to the all the things, and sees of everything i saw
it is so fucking jolly outside, everything is pink neon
even though i try to explain, mumble mumble whats left.
too many emotions to know, nothing left to hold for show.
my mouths an open window, and the throats visible hollow.
to the all the things, and sees of everything i saw
it is so fucking jolly outside, everything is pink neon